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GFK---Mighty Healthy...Too sick  ;D ;D ;D ;D


[VERSE 1:]
Both hands clusty, chillin' wit my man Rusty low down
Blew off the burner kinda dusty
The world can't touch Ghost, purple tape Rae co-host
Monty Hall expo, intellect you red pro
Son triflin f***, wildflower on the cyclin
Pick up the brew thought I was Michael an'
Mics are writin' pool, now, I'm into Iron Duals
Turn-ons the Earth's whoopee, she out of law school
In hale break beats of hell A-Alikes propel parallel
Duracell night, you flash a burnt cell
Snap out of CandyLand, kids the old rumor is
blacks become immune to shit, we never did like
eati' dead birds chose the pharmacy over herbs
Men marryin men, ill they got the herbs pulsar
Scissor hand wig vanished in the winter
Livin' off land you god damn right I f*** fans king me
Check checkmate props like the micro chip founder
Neck to neck stocks with Bill Gates now

[CHORUS:]
...............

[VERSE 2:]
Hit mics like Ted Koppel, rifle expert
Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in the gra** it's spiteful
Ringleader set it off, rap Derek Jeter
Culprit, prince of the game wish you could see us
We lay low glitter wax full bangles
Priceless rolls, lay around the God get tangled
Woolly hair, eyes firey red, feet made of bra**
Twelve men, following me, it be the God staff
Move, every script's like Miramax
Smash the big boy totalled it, will shot fear effects
Son beamin' wifee on the beach, sippin' Zima
Wu 'binos, to latinos, we bust Selena
Over night, God schedules, fed ex
Pretty soloette velvet nice DNA scroll genetics
Too hot, to handle one thought scramblin the mandolin
Hundred game Wilt Chamberlain, smack em, say when
He rollin up, face wrinkled up, hands is on his nuts
Yo kid stop frontin' on the ground before you get touched
It's Canada Dry sess, obsessed with Allah's sun
We want rye, we want it so bad we might cry



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GFK---Mighty Healthy...Too sick  ;D ;D ;D ;D


[VERSE 1:]
Both hands clusty, chillin' wit my man Rusty low down
Blew off the burner kinda dusty
The world can't touch Ghost, purple tape Rae co-host
Monty Hall expo, intellect you red pro
Son triflin f***, wildflower on the cyclin
Pick up the brew thought I was Michael an'
Mics are writin' pool, now, I'm into Iron Duals
Turn-ons the Earth's whoopee, she out of law school
In hale break beats of hell A-Alikes propel parallel
Duracell night, you flash a burnt cell
Snap out of CandyLand, kids the old rumor is
blacks become immune to shit, we never did like
eati' dead birds chose the pharmacy over herbs
Men marryin men, ill they got the herbs pulsar
Scissor hand wig vanished in the winter
Livin' off land you god damn right I f*** fans king me
Check checkmate props like the micro chip founder
Neck to neck stocks with Bill Gates now

[CHORUS:]
...............

[VERSE 2:]
Hit mics like Ted Koppel, rifle expert
Let off the Eiffel, burn a flag in the gra** it's spiteful
Ringleader set it off, rap Derek Jeter
Culprit, prince of the game wish you could see us
We lay low glitter wax full bangles
Priceless rolls, lay around the God get tangled
Woolly hair, eyes firey red, feet made of bra**
Twelve men, following me, it be the God staff
Move, every script's like Miramax
Smash the big boy totalled it, will shot fear effects
Son beamin' wifee on the beach, sippin' Zima
Wu 'binos, to latinos, we bust Selena
Over night, God schedules, fed ex
Pretty soloette velvet nice DNA scroll genetics
Too hot, to handle one thought scramblin the mandolin
Hundred game Wilt Chamberlain, smack em, say when
He rollin up, face wrinkled up, hands is on his nuts
Yo kid stop frontin' on the ground before you get touched
It's Canada Dry sess, obsessed with Allah's sun
We want rye, we want it so bad we might cry

Yes, yes and yes.

Two of the craziest, weirdest, most insane verses of all time right there. I have no idea what the f*** either of them are saying, I have no idea why it's so dope, but it is.
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Gang Starr: Suckas Need Bodyguards
Code of the Streets

Verse Three (Guru):

I've been around punk but yo I still feel young
A few of my crew members like to pack guns
I'm high strung but don't mistake me when I smile
I murder an entire rap chart with my freestyle
After the killing just like casper I'm ghost
Fakes thought I was friendly, at their wakes I was host
Toast without a gun you'd be done
Throw up your hands bitch- and now you know you stand to lose one
Choose one metaphor, and then choose another
Wax that a** like a bully have you calling your big brother
Although I'm five foot eight they call me sergeant
Got more hoes on my dick than you can fit in the garden
At Madison Square I shot a fair one
So many n***** knew me that the kid wouldn't dare run
MC's pay cash to ensure their safety
They know they can't take me; the G-A-N-G, you crazy?
I be on them like a message from god
Knowledge of self while fake mc's play hard


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HANDS DOWN THE BEST LYRICS OF 08.

T.I KILLED JAY,YAY,and WEEZY BAYBAY!!!!
Phenomenal - He is officially in the hiphop hall of fame!!!!!!


"Swagger Like Us"
(feat. Jay-Z, Kanye West, Lil Wayne)


[Intro/Chorus 4X: sample of M.I.A.'s "Paper Planes"]
"No one on the corner has swagger like us"
"Swagger like us, swagger-swagger like us"

[Chorus]

[Kanye West]
("No one on the corner") Mr. West is in the building
Swagger on a hundred thousand trillion

("No one on the corner") Aiyyo I know I got it first
I'm Christopher Columbus, y'all just the pilgrims
Thanksgiving, do we even got a question?
Hermes pastel, I pa**ed the dressing
My attitude is tattooed
That mean it's permanent, so I guess we should address it, huh?
("No one on the corner") My swagger is Mick Jagger
Every time I breathe on a track, I asthma attack it

Why he so mad for? Why he gotta have it?
Cause a slave my whole life, now I'm the master
Naaaaa-na-naaaaa
How it feel to wake up and be the shit, and the urine?
Naaaaa-na-naaaaa
Tryna get that Kobe number, one over Jordan


[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Geah..
("No one on the corner") Got a bop like this
Can't wear skinny jeans cause my nines don't fit
No one on the corner got a pocket like this
So I rock Roc jeans cause my nine's so thick
You can learn how to dress just for checking my fresh
Checking-checking my fresh, checking-checking my fresh
Follow my steps is the road to success

Where the niggas know you're thorough when the girls say yes (yes!)
("No one on the corner") But I can't teach 'em my swag
You can pay for school but you can't buy cla**
("No one on the corner") School of hard knocks I'm a grad
And that all-blue Yankee is my graduation cap
It's Hooooo-vahhhhh
Dippin-dippin Rovers, whippin with the soda
Hooooo-vahhhhh
Did you even have any doubt after doubt it was over?


[Chorus]

[lil Wayne]
No one on the corner has swagger like moi
Church, and I'm too clean for the choir
I require, but I desire
I got stripes, A-di-das

Mamis scream, "?Papi no mas!"
Run up in your shit just me, no mas
Running this shit like I got four' tires
No one has swagger like these for' guys
Now when it comes to styles, I got several
Sharper than the swagger, dagger or metal
And my jew-els, blue and yellow
The type of shit that make 'em call you Carmelo
Who's as follows stay true to the ghetto
Write your name on the bullet make you feel special
Ha! What the f*** you boys talking 'bout?
I know it's us cause we the only thing you talk about
And I'm gone... bye... yeah

[Chorus - during last line]

[T.I.]
Hah, you see? That's right
Ay, you know see Weezy for the wordplay, Jeezy for the bird play
Kanyeezy for diversity and me for controversy
I'm a verse that's picture perfect, only spit to serve a purpose
You ain't living what you kicking then you worthless
Lookin from the surface it may seem like I got reason to be nervous
Been observant, work to see if my adversity was worth it
Verse is autobiographical, absolutely cla**ical
Last thing I'm worried 'bout is what another rapper do
Ain't nobody hot as me
Even if they rap they a** off, blast off and have outstanding quality
Sell a lot of records, I'll respect it and salute that
But spin real life on hot beats, I'm the truth at
You kick it like me, no exaggeration necessary
Living revolutionary, nothing less than legendary
Gangsta shit hereditary, got it from my dad
Flow colder than February with extraordinary swag
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Krumbsnatcha on Make 'em Pay in the Gangstarr's Moment of Truth Album

I see myself as the black Rap Messiah/
Colossal spreadin my gospel through electrical wires/
Spit fire through speech, so I can reach each and every/
Tom Dick and Jerry slippin like petroleum jelly/
Too busy in the limelight, can't rhyme tight/
I got divine right to bring y'all to light/
Somethin ain't right, to be an MC, you gotta thug/
Or to thug you gotta be an MC, this shit is bugged/
Show love but few; deal with crew and crew only/
And think universal like Sony/
Phony pounds and fake hugs is usually avoided/
Give a f*** like Pizza Hut I got to stay Noyd-ed/
Cause that same nigga you trust, could be that same cat/
behind that gat that bust, quiet ya, with the silencer/
Keep it hush, ashes to dust, then dust to ashes/
Nowadays it's who pull out the fastest, imagine this/
rap shit without this gat shit, or the phony cat/
in black talkin bout how much his Mac spit/
But this year, GangStarr got changes bein made/
No wack shit bein played no fake macks gettin paid/
No Versace MC's, with a mouth full of Mo'/
Soundin like a hoe spittin that old-fashioned show flow/
I bombshell that pastel Chanel rap through a Maxwell/
Ever since young Krumb, was taught to rap well/
Goin deep, process of thought, when my eyes closes/
Awaken with interpretive robe and sandals like Moses/
Travellin high sands and Eastern lands for the answers/
Ignorance is spreadin through the streets like it was cancer/
Too many drinkin not thinkin, when behind that trigger/
A 38 escalate the murder rate, for us niggaz/
it's like, microphone roulette cause nowadays MC's is gettin wet/
over someone else's fake gangsta rep/

Whoa!!


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t.i on Lupe's superstar remix.

young nicc ain a lyricist but on that, he spit the truth.

"Anyone who know me, they know me to ride
But when the shit was selling slow it's just my homies and I.
Had to get rid of all the phonies and the homies disguised.
So you speaking, I don't reply, homie don't be surprised
You ain't gotta ride for me, I didn't ask you to.
Take the journey on my own, I would gladly do.
You gon' and turn around now, I'll call a cab for you.
I stand up on my own 2, u kiss the a** of who.
No way Jose, we pot Rose, blow dro, that's more than okay.
See but don't say, my folk, they flip more yay than Cirque du Soleil.
Keyser Soze, oh they kill people and get off like OJ.
You catch your case, just shut your face, don't get caught singing do, re,
Mi, fa, say, la, ti, do, ghetto hero, G-code I obey.
He's so gay, didn't have no business hanging around me no way.
It's okay, life lesson learned I suggest that you go your way.
I be straight, no conversation man.
That's all I'm gon' say"

 
okay now, anyone who know me, they know me to ride
is a royal thing..


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damn! this nigga TIP! he on fire!!!!
Heres another one that MUST BE MENTIONED HERE :

T.I - "Respect This Hustle"

These niggas bitch made, i'm gettin paid six ways
my shits laid, and shits sprayed, with lemonade, with blades,
keep your mouth closed, you dont want to get sprayed
shoot you down your body, make you sun bathe six days,
Kamikazee renegade, now we never been afraid
kept the trap hot enough to fry, egg in the shade,
I ball till the day, lying dead in the grave
leave the feds behind the wall cause i aint get away,
chopper round the corner in a bush with a brick of yay,
a bust can happen any day, we out here trapping anyway,
gettin money to them Haitians damn what a nigga say,
i got a real bad condition if i ain't gettin paid,
hand over fist what im missing got to get busy,
i know you see this car I'm driving and see the house that i live in
and figure this is enough,
but nigga i want way more really this is play doe, you set your sites way low.
i had enough of the game i don't know whether to stay or go.
different groups of lames and suckers i don't know which way i go,
well nigga you know you king why you always got to say it for?
cause they said i couldn't say it before,
and i remember all it did was f**k my temper up more Doug and "J" know,
I say I wear the crown, not a halo sorry,
niggas think they seeing me but they so sorry,
they fast but they ain't no ferrai, NRROWM.



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I thought this was meant to be about the best lyrics. Except for the stuff raiko posted I've just seen mediocrity and sometimes even plain retardedness.

Holocaust
Quote
You've fallen down an endless tunnel of doom reality
Graphically, my Killa Bee family stings the galaxy
Insanity, titanium stomach devourin' Guinness
My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance
Still diseased, kill viruses, planets and racial creatures
Made MC's sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features
Waste ya peoples, left out in the rain, fountains of pain
Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin' my name
Holocaust, black man whose veins littered with thorns
Back-smack you so hard all your seeds'll be born deformed
Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curves
Strike three, mics flee, I infect 'em with green germs, ringworm
Cuz I'm filthy and guilty, dastardly mastery
My felony melody has to be a bastard's masterpiece
Stop graftin' me, chump-a** niggaz, eyein' me, tempt me
I'll break it down simply, I'm horrifyingly empty
Spittin' darts on the tip of a glacier, used for my hideout
Rock crush a German Suplex, watch spines slide out the side route
Forearm bash with twenty jabs on the Ave
Or your lab get stabbed and bloodied bad
While I'm sippin' herbal teas, verbal bees plant fertile seeds
Bitches leave with broke backs, swollen palms and purple knees
Circle thieves like vultures in deserts, rest on a cactus
Got Oscar nominee MC's stuck too my hatchet
Drastic, indescribable pain, I injure bars
While Bobby's throwin' Razor CD's like Ninja Stars

« Last Edit: October 16, 2008, 11:17:25 AM by Cable »




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I thought this was meant to be about the best lyrics. Except for the stuff raiko posted I've just seen mediocrity and sometimes even plain retardedness.

Silkworm (Holocaust) on Bobby Digital
Quote
You've fallen down an endless tunnel of doom reality
Graphically, my Killa Bee family stings the galaxy
Insanity, titanium stomach devourin' Guinness
My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance
Still diseased, kill viruses, planets and racial creatures
Made MC's sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features
Waste ya peoples, left out in the rain, fountains of pain
Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shoutin' my name
Holocaust, black man whose veins littered with thorns
Back-smack you so hard all your seeds'll be born deformed
Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curves
Strike three, mics flee, I infect 'em with green germs, ringworm
Cuz I'm filthy and guilty, dastardly mastery
My felony melody has to be a bastard's masterpiece
Stop graftin' me, chump-a** niggaz, eyein' me, tempt me
I'll break it down simply, I'm horrifyingly empty
Spittin' darts on the tip of a glacier, used for my hideout
Rock crush a German Suplex, watch spines slide out the side route
Forearm bash with twenty jabs on the Ave
Or your lab get stabbed and bloodied bad
While I'm sippin' herbal teas, verbal bees plant fertile seeds
Bitches leave with broke backs, swollen palms and purple knees
Circle thieves like vultures in deserts, rest on a cactus
Got Oscar nominee MC's stuck too my hatchet
Drastic, indescribable pain, I injure bars
While Bobby's throwin' Razor CD's like Ninja Stars



He managed to say "ABSOLUTELY NOTHING" ......but the rhymes were tight.lol. him n GFK are like rap pica**o's.lol

Heres some REAL INSPIRATIONAL shit :

Jeezy

"Dreamin'"

[intro]
This one for the hood rite here
Song dedicated for anybody out dere got sum dreams
Dont give up on yo dreams real talk
Ya ready kiese lets go

[keisha]
Dreamin.....Dreamin......Dreamin......
Dreamin.....Dreamin......Dreamin......

[verse 1]
Born september 28 my life far from great
No food on the table so we fought for steak
But im so close to jail feels lyke im so close to hell
Moms smokin rocks same shit im sellin
So who's wrong her or me
She addicted to tha high im addicted to tha cash
Almost put my hands on here when i caught her in my stash
How could i do like dat lord knows im wrong
Why would i do her like dat lord know she strong
I kno its been hard but we made it baby
10 years clean so she still my lady i must be dreamin

[hook]
Dreamin' (always think about it) (i must be) (man i must be)
Dreamin' (always think about it) Dreamin' (ooooo rite)
Dreamin' (always think about it) (must be) man i must be
Dreamin' (always think about it) Dreamin' (oooo yea)

[verse 2]
1 thing about it i got luv for you homie
2 things about it i take a slug for you homie
Look atchu now u's a buisness man
Im proud of u dawg handle ya buisness man

U like the brother i neva eva had
U try ya best n i still get mad
We risk's it all togetha been thru it all togetha
Caught cases n we still togetha
Headed OT i sleep while u driven
Me n my dawg ya we chippin on 5's
Rememba back when we shared our clothes
Look at us now we sell our shows i must be dreamin


[hook]

[verse 3]
I was young n dumb wit a pocket full of cash
Posted on the block wit a pocket full of gla**
Full speed still runin from my pa**
But its startin to catch up ya its gainin on my a**
Theres 2 types of niggas prediter n prey
Ima prediter i prey 3 times a day
Man u wants said one day u'll hav kids
N how u gonna explain all dat shit u did
Ima soul survivor we far from a crook
She always said i was a lot smarter then i looked
So i took my dreams n made it some thousands
Then i took my life n i made it a album i must be dreamin'
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shit! how cud i forget my nigga Teddy Pendera**down :

"Time Machine"

[Intro:]
Ya, yaaaaah, yeah
Tebunan, Pedalofogus, from the planet Telegusa, ya

[Verse 1:]
Illudium Q-36 explosive space modulator
Going on a trip, I'll be back home, boy I'll see you later
Going back to a time when I know everything was straighter
Everything's great now but back then it was greater
And I don't need no clothes I go in just what I'm wearing
Matter fact I just go back to what I used to wear then
No matter how the weather, everything back then was just so better
I can dream, it's a simple thing
I'm building a time machine


[Chorus:]
Back back back back back back back back in time
I can dream, it's a simple thing
I'm building a time machine
Back back back back back back back back in time
I can dream, it's a simple thing
I'm building a time machine

[Verse 2:]
Going back to a time when this music shit was more than business
Back to a time when I knew my niggas was down and if they still is
And I didn't have to worry about what I got on when I go outsizzide
And I didn't have to worry about what kind of car I got when I rizzide
And I didn't have to have 22s, 24s or 26s
And I didn't have to be forever surrounded by a million bitches
No matter how bad my life was
I still got love no matter how mad my wife was
I can dream, it's a simple thing
I'm building a time machine

[Chorus:]
Back back back back back back back back in time
I can dream, it's a simple thing
I'm building a time machine
Back back back back back back back back in time
I can dream, it's a simple thing
I'm building a time machine

Back back back back back back back back in time
Simple thing
Back back back back back back back back in time
Simple thing
Building a time machine
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C'mon Pyro stop being a wee-wee.   :-\ If you're gonna post mediocre shit like that you may as well insert all of Killah Priest's Heavy Mental album....

Heavy Mental

[Killah Priest]
The mind, Heavy Mental, Jesus Christ is, Heavy Mental
Everything brings in, Heavy Mental day, the day you will experience something
Heavy Mental, never done, Heavy Mental..

Information begins the gathering
starting the pattern and stargate towards Saturn
between the eye socket is where I will build my sky rocket
you don't need any pa**port, all you need is a thought
suddenly, the soul becomes hot as coal
the flame blows from out my brain holes like a volcano
the brain begins to process as we start the conquest
from out the physical bondage, the thought
launches, voyaging 144 billion light years through the shadows of your imaginination
now open your eyes do you see the flaming arrows aiming at pharoahs inhibitions
as we begin-racing like a sparrow through the narrow population
seeking purification, the destination is the holy land, of Bethlehem
I eat lamb with Abraham and break bread with the son of man
so slowly, hold these hands and stretch forth from the skies like a rubber band
as I begin to step you above the land out of the atmosphere
don't look back why, cause we're almost there
just try to prepare and adapt to the air pressure
now we searching for the mental treasure (pleasure)
beyond the measure of yards
you can't comprehend to god or to distance between stars
pick up quasars inside the radar
as we're going far past any astronaut
moving so fast in this aircraft
everything we pa** get hot, from the take-off
the blast turns gla** into rocks
at last my supreme task was to no longer walk on green gra**
till I become a beam of gas
and travel through a extreme draft
unable, to be picked up through cable (through cable)
out of the reach of all manner of sky examiners, heaven scanners,
giant antennas, high tech space cameras
or evidence in any cemetry or obituary
not found in any library or dictionary or encyclopedia or media
I'm in star mode, with the discipline of dahmo, I broke the U.S. bar code
now I'm on Allah's road to journey, into the realms of the cosmos
where only god knows or goesl, blow like a UFO
to give up my work clothes, only to glow with a holy robe
and explode through the mysterious black holes
deep warp the outer zone, without a phone, to the unknown
to sit on my throne alone (Heavy Mental)
I'm the pilot on galactical plain of knowledge the culture
my sculpture, lights up the ultra violet
so you could see my brain is symbolic, to a palace
therefore I keep my hair stylish, my flesh solid
my teeth polished, next stage, examin my x-ray
take notes for your essay, and let my casette play for longer than a decade
as we begin to blaze, through the milky ways
repenting from our filthy ways, replenish for our guilty days
the eyeballs, swell up the size of eggs, beyond dreamland
wing span, 7 feet, between the eyes is the beak
destination of the ride, is to reach is the peak, angelic landscape
takes the physical man behind the hidden gates of space
ultimate escapes as we go at a phenomenal rate
as we cruise going into magnitude
as we break up into a multitude of molecules
going through a long hollow tube with a scholars view
as, we wearing the white garment, pa**ing sound waves
that's supersonic, pa**ing the comets, star clusters
changing my physical structure, till my lips begin to pucker
kissing Christ at the last supper
grabbing a bra** cup of wine (Heavy Mental)
I feel myself getting older, sitting on my sofa
in the position like yoga, till my mind pa**es over
the solar system, my wisdom nova, I am the controller
I begin to loosen up my shoulders forming each joint
into the suns 8 points, then I, begin to rise like helium
escape in the milleniumm, two thousand
meditating to the soft note of a violin
I've been on Mars, building the holy synagogue
for the royal seminars, long before they had the renaissance
there existed a hebrew lodge (Heavy Mental)
a phenomenon from out of the matrix
the world looks at me with envy and hatred
just because I appear to them half naked
rising into a spaceship
with an arm full of solid gold bracelets
a phenomenon from out of the matrix (Heavy Mental)
now the only time (Heavy Mental)
the only time you should catch.. (Heavy Mental)
only time, you could have
jet lag is if your ca**ette drag.. (Heavy Mental)
rock a by ? (Heavy Mental)
yo, just chill (Heavy Mental)
stop the tape (Heavy Mental)
(STOP IT!) Heavy Mental

Abstraction at its finest.

Also felt C-Rays Buck Eighty on the wordplay front lazy to type that.


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Chino on Beastin
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My saliva's lava, the wicked anomalous scholar
The author composin' your broken bones into an orchestra
Burn in Heaven, no weapon can harm me
These homos been in the closets so long I'ma donate them to Salvation Army
Calmly tearin' ya flesh like the claws of a falcon
Write songs 'til my wrist develops Carpal Tunnel Syndrome
And there's no feelin' in my right thumb, my knuckles white and numb
You should see the muscular development in my forearms
I'm sworn human heroin from here on
Consider Chino XL a monster, f*** Charlize Theron
You cling on to life like a skinny Luther
I'm like an aircraft carrier goin' to war with a Mini Cooper
Gettin' used to being crazy
as a double jointed female doctor bent over, delivering her own baby
Anti-Medical, non-preventable
Make you and a dead man identical
Sallow arms are well armed like an octopus
Medical bust, ten of you, trust non of you
I'm the murdering minister when God is upset at you
Right on schedule, calligraphers spit is incomprehensible
Poison Pen always the illest, but today he's exceptional
Slayin' professionals between big deals
I get jobs at McDonalds and throw cyanide pills into kids meals
I slaughter individuals, throw rappers through windshields
Slice them from ear to ear 'til they breathin' out of fish scales
Every lyricist kneels to my internal, incurable inferno
I beat a niggaz haircut into crop circles
Hear the motherless pain
Be the main attraction in a circus how I can juggle your jugular vein
I stumble and aim if you merely just mumble my name
Crumple your fame, cripple ya fangs
Isn't it strange it doesn't change I'm a beast
The hungriest rapper alive pickin' human flesh out of my teeth
You get shot in the streets or in sentences like Mystikal
Don't even call rap rap no more, call it Chino XL

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